Harbour (Anamaria/Lucy)
“Don’t make me care for you.”
It used to be a casual joke between them, the substitute for an unnecessary and improper Thank you to kill the awkward silence after the money has changed hands. But months and years have burdened the words with time’s moss and what once made them laugh now sounds like a desperate plea for mercy.
It’s not love. Neither of them truly knows the dagger-sharp edges of love but Lucy’s soft, full body has turned into Ana’s awaiting harbour too long ago and she can’t bring herself to look for another place to lay anchor.